The butler stood there with an unending smirk. "It's time to forget what you saw. Forget what you heard, forget what you felt. You humans did not come here and did not see anything, got it," he whispered in a husky tone.
Like frozen puppets, the cops nodded and walked back to their cop car.
The butler sighed and stepped out of the house. He walked straight over to their car and brought out the gallons of gallons of petrol and poured it all around the premise. Throwing a lit match, he watched the house going ablaze.
After which he threw the canisters inside as well, destroying all evidence. He made a call and whispered, "Clean up this area." He then slowly removed his pristine white glove and pocketed it. "What shall we do now master," he whispered gazing at the desolate man that was standing frozen next to the fiercely burning house.
"Shall we erase his memory again? If so.....it would be too bad. He is a young child after all,"
